nothin' colder than a bitch's heart

¿Eh? That hadn't been the response he'd been expecting, though in part he'd anticipated silence. Would have preferred it over the snippish snarl he got, words twisted and sharp like barbed wire. Ronan wasn't really the tolerant sort, least of all towards what felt like some childish tantrum. His baseline mood was always not the best, but this soured it further, his shoulders tensing, as his wings tucked in like a folding fan, all pointy and defensive

"Riiight, cause you left the door open," he pointed out, tone dry, almost scathing because frankly did she expect him to just stand around in the cold and freeze his balls off? He did not think he was being unreasonable and had even shown the grace of letting her know he was coming in, lest she took it the wrong way.

He shouldered his way through, taking the steps with ease, the metal ice-cold against his paw pads. It was pitch black inside, took his eyes a moment or two to adjust, his markings glowing in the dark.